Distant cracking of the flames dancing in the fresh air. Smokey substances drift into the air as it burns and spreads slowly but elegantly. A classic dance discovered by out earliest selves. A creation and discovery so great thst to this day it is still amazing to watch. The flames are growing closer.
Around me people panic as I sit with my legs crossed. Shouting, screaming wishing it was over. That they could put it out. The sky rise buildings and natural surroundings give the flames a calm and peaceful walk from room to room, plant to plant. The people screaming about the heat, about what's in the fire, who's in the fire. They crawl toward me in a convincing manner for me to crawl toward them. The flames are growing closer.
The warm flames give me a soft kiss as I feel the heat press against me. The heat tickles and gives me a large smirk to stretch across my face. They're close. Close enough to touch. But I'm not allowed to play with fire. Mother said so. So instead I let the fire play with me. It's a tempting decision. A seductive brush across my neck is enough for me to reach out and feel what is respectfully mine. The flames are growing too close.
Burning. Melting. I've reached melting point. I played with fire, I disrespected mothers wishes and now I pay the price. I'm being tossed around like a toy. Thrown and grabbed and pulled at every end of my body. My heart is beating out of my chest as my blood boils and I push harder to escape the loving warmth of the flames. The burning melts me into a puddle of shame and disappointment as I become one with the fire. I will grow closer.
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De TodoI write about what i think about, alot i wont publish some Will show up and disappear some never will
